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Reborn In the Apocalypse: My Hotel Has Unlimited Supplies

Mo Zhuzhu
After struggling to survive for three years in the apocalypse, Chu Jiangyue is betrayed and killed by her best friend. When she opens her eyes again, she finds herself reborn—one day before the apocalypse begins. Her original plan is to stockpile supplies and lie low. However, fate has other ideas. Instead of hoarding goods, she’s bound to a hotel system. She's running a hotel at the end of the world. Her former best friend—the one who killed her—wants to freeload? Chu Jiangyue thought, "Sorry, please top up before shopping." A bizarre guest wants Chu Jiangyue to marry her son and take over the hotel? Chu Jiangyue thought, "If you don’t want to stay, you can say so directly. There's no need to beat around the bush." When meeting a clueless student looking for a free ride while trying to be kind on the road, Chu Jiangyue thought, "Little girl, I run a hotel, not a charity." … Zombies everywhere—no place is truly safe? Chu Jiangyue said, "Hotel rooms have zombie-shielding protection; guests can check in and stay secure." Extreme heat waves are causing constant heatstroke; stepping outside means instant sunburn? Chu Jiangyue said, "Want to try temperature-control suits and ice-cold drinks?" Extreme cold plunges to minus 100°C, freezing even zombies solid? Chu Jiangyue said, "You could enjoy cold-resistant thermal gear in our hotel!" … Someone covets the hotel and wants to seize it by force? Chu Jiangyue said, "Dear guest, you have received a hotel eviction package. Please sign for it." When people witness someone vanish into thin air, those harboring ulterior motives quietly abandon their plans. Chu Jiangyue declares, "If you want to stay here or buy supplies, no matter if you're dragon or tiger, you'll have to behave yourself on my turf!"
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